Goddess of Stories | Loki & Peter

Exposition? In my fic? It's more likely than you'd think

Her world was dark, but she could feel the magic pulling at her. She had never been good at using magic, but Loki could rarely pull a prank on her in their youth for she could sense magic like it was a particularly strong smell.

She reached out to the magic, calling it.

It replied.

She awoke suddenly and with a gasp, holding something in her hand. She looked down and found herself holding the axe meant for Thor - Jarnbjorn.

Last she knew, she had been faced with the full force of a burning star, and yet she felt no pain...

She looked at the axe again. It was a powerful weapon indeed.

She felt strong enough to battle both Odin and Laufey and still be standing to fight the Norns themselves. She felt like she could take off Thanos' head with one punch.

And then she remembered Thor.

The tree and the furry creature were by his side, but were looking at her. Thor was by their feet - silent and still.

"Thor," she said, "call Jarnbjorn to you, like Mjolnir."

"He's not waking up, lady." The creature said. "He should've passed out from the pain long before he did. Unless you have the some magic Asgardian stone of medicine here, he's as good as dead."

Sif looked to Eitri, who shook his head. "We don't have any healing stones left."

The creature was momentarily taken aback. "Wait the magic stones are-?Whatever. Even if we left here at full speed we wouldn't be able to contact my team for a day and a half."

"Jarnbjorn can summon the bifrost." Eitri said. "But that could kill him."

"What's the bifrost?" The creature asked.

"He'll die anyway." Sif reasoned. She tried to listen to the magic of the axe, and it responded eagerly. "Your highness, we can bring you with us."

Eitri shook his head. "If you manage to stop Thanos, come get me. I don't want to be apart of this fight, and if he succeeds, I'd rather die than live in the world he forged."

Sif bowed her head. "Then I thank you for the hospitality you have shown me, and wish you the best."

"Avenge the dwarfs of Nidavellir, Lady Sif." He said sincerely. "If Thor wakes, tell him the same."

She nodded and began talking to the magic of the axe, ignoring the words of the creature beside her.

"Norns - directors of faith," she whispered in her head, "bring us to the friends of this creature and this tree, the allies of Thor. I beg this of you."

She opened her eyes and was greeted with the kaleidoscopic colours of the bifrost. She thanked the Norns, and they were suddenly on a new floor, now steaming with the newly etched runes of the bifrost.

"What the fuck?!" Said an unfamiliar voice. "You burnt weird shit into my ship! Who's she?! What happened to the pirate dude?"

She looked up, into the eyes of a man in a leather jacket. "My name is Lady Sif. I'm a friend of Thor's. You must help him."

Soon Thor was on a healing bed, some unfamiliar medicine helping his progress.

The creature seemed interested in how the axe had teleported them and wanted to look at it. She refused. It was Thor's weapon, not his.

Introductions were made. The creature - Rocket - seemed concerned that the blue lady - Nebula - was there. Apparently, someone called Gamora was likely dead and Nebula - who had escaped from where Thanos was holding her - was teaming up with them. They had also lost the Aether.